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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:32 pm
*Kero wills himself insubstantial, and moves over, cutting off Keva's sense of smell, and ridding him of the nausea*
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:42 pm
Slowly the manticore transforms into a pink tinged white fox, who eyes him with a wry grin. "In that shape my sense of smell is a hundred times sharper than it is even as a fox... guess that is why it was considered the ultimate predator huh?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:46 pm
*Kero smiles*
Make the ultimate predator, and someone will build a better prey.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:57 pm
Keva gape grins at him and gives himself a shake, slowly his fur bleaches to white once more and he sighs. "I can't do that for Kai though, so if you don't mind. For Luciel's peace of mind if anything, turn her back... please. She's already got a grudge against him."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:09 pm
*Kero nods, and flaps a hand, changing her back to her normal color, though he leaves he panties pink, just as a memento to Keva's little prank from when they had first met*
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:16 pm
Keva thanks him for his efforts, then lopes away into the dark, heading back to his wife's gardens. He is still relatively newly wed and is eager to get back to her side.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 9:06 pm
*Kero smiles, and opens his ears for when she realizes her underthings are still hot pink*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 5:17 am
He gets an ear full to be sure, as she berates poor Keveka for all manner of things, from the choice of his friends to the fact that he left her standing there with no idea as to where he was going to the fact that she feels ungainly and awkward while pregnant. This goes on for some time, then suddenly nothing. Apparantly the young kitsune lord has figured out a way to stop her... a way that kind of leaves her too involved for words.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:01 am
*Kero, who has often received similar lectures from Tes, finally simply lets his curiosity get the better of him, and farsees as to what Kev is doing*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 7:56 am
**naw... not going to go there... nope, nada, nix....**
He gets a serious eyeful and quickly pulls away. It seems Keva's study of Arabian Knights and an assortment of other such books wasn't in vain. The bashful, awkward teenage kitsune lord has managed to grow up on him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:24 am
*Blushing furiously, Kero does maintain an uncaring gaze on them, stilling his emotions...there were techniques being used here he had never heard of, and he wished to chronicle them*
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:52 am
"Ye old voyeur... LOL... missing Tes are ye?" comes a soft familiar sending with a definite feminine flavor. A veil falls over his gaze as Tam slowly appears before him. "Don't give me that look..." he growls laughingly. "I was stopping by to check up on ye, nothing more. Wanted to see how ye were and all. When last I saw ye, ye were a mess. And look what I find... shame on ye.." he teases with a grin as he hovers on wing just beyond reach.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 9:55 am
*Kero bats a ball of Aethr at him*
Funny man, eh Sira? Nah, I'm just studying. Picking up something new to put in the treatises.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:00 am
Tam knocks the ball away and lands by his side. "Kero... Kero... Kero... surely there's some other way to write those treatises than to eavesdrop on my little brother... who decidedly not so little anymore, huh?' He gives Kerobiain a hug and loks him over carefully.
"Two eyes, one nose, one mouth and a dozen or so invisible tentacles... yep, yer all here... How ye been anyway?" he asks releasing him slowly and kissing him on the forehead.
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 10:02 am
*He chuckles*
Only a half dozen....I'm not Cthulu, you know.
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